Hold the bones together with dried ligaments and tendons (use a blowdryer, there should be one in the bathroom.) It's already in the shape of a leg.
Try to tan the leg skin (using a blowdrier and household chemicals) to create leather, then craft a leather cup and straps to hold the leg on.
And don't waste that meat, make some delicious leg jerky.
And also make toenail knuckledusters.
((Again, typing this on a phone so I can't copypaste my stats. Do you mind looking for and using my sheet? Just until I get my computer fixed. I'd rather not try to compete with no stat bonuses at all.))
Well, you succeed on making a rather rickety peg leg.
Leg jerky attempts go less well; just sort of end up with shitty dry, raw meat.
((So right up until before that round/challenge? That works.))
Name: Mason Caldwell
Description: A middle-aged male with brown hair and brown eyes. He has a slightly muscular build and his whole body is covered with scars, a testament to the hard life he has lived.
Reason for signing up: He wants to be a Magister, to have all the power that comes with the position.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:3
Dexterity:3
Endurance:15
Speed:3
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:1
Inventory: Replacement leg, replacement hand, Katana sword thing, Athlete suit (4 charges left?), mostly used first aid kit.
Go get a snack, then continue watching TV until next episode. Don't let my guard down. Same defense plan as the last few posts.
Have something to watch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9DST-6jIBUEat official DMR dinner. Smoke official DMR cigarettes. Drink official DMR tea. Smoke more official DMR cigarettes. Play with official DMR action figures. Smoke more official DMR cigarettes. Stab random people in the streets with my official DMR katana.
You gorge yourself to the point of near unconciousness. You smoke till you get lung cancer. You drink till your kidneys detonate. You play with the action figures until they explode into plastic shrapnel in your hands. And then you go on a mass murder spree with your katana before being gunned down by the police. So dead.
Do something useful.
WRONG PLACE FOR IT!
Go to the nearest video store, see what new releases they have. Also look for space-Zumba DVDs.
space zumba is basically indistinguishable from energetic intercourse with techno music in the background. You guess it was the logical conclusion.
Begin writing biography. Contact publishing company about book deal.
You stare at a blank word processor screen for days without inspiration. Been there buddy.
"ATTENTION ALL CONTESTANTS: 5 MINUTES TILL THE NEXT EPISODE.
If you have anything you need to do, do it now. We begin a new episode later today.
Oh, and Navarro, The vending machine spits out your pain killers.